Left at the Altar — The Makeup Team Call

streamed past one after another. No one noticed that Fiona was in the group chat. No one noticed that Fiona was silent. I had no role in my own wedding. I opened my private conversation with Nolan. The last exchange was still from yesterday's bridal shoot. I had written, I'm a nervous. He had replied with a head pad emoji. After that, nothing. He had not even messaged

me privately after I left early to ask what was wrong. The only thing he had done was tag me in the group the night before. What happened? Did you get so nervous you left early? No one answered. No one cared. Daphne posted a photo with the caption, Fiona, today's shoot went perfectly. The dress is officially confirmed.

And just like that, the matter was forgotten. Then they went back to discussing flowers, invitations, and the ceremony backdrop. Suddenly, I realized I was not merely unnecessary. Being unnecessary would at least mean I had once existed. I felt as though I had never been there at all. While I was packing, Daphne suddenly video called me.

Fiona, you're moving way too slowly. The makeup team still hasn't confirmed, so I booked one myself. I'm testing them out for you first. I looked at Daphne in front of the mirror and wanted to say something, but I no longer knew what. Two weeks earlier, I had told her my friend would personally do my bridal makeup,

up. But it was as though my wishes never reached her. She simply made every decision for me. Had I never confronted them, had I never been unhappy, had I never stood my ground, I had. It ended with the same line. Fiona, you're more mature than she is. Don't make a big deal out